#patient inquiries

[doctorluna]

hey, doctor luna! a friend of mine is a daycare bot and his son is "graduating" soon. what does that mean?

Oh! Well first off, congratulations to your friend - graduations are a very big deal for us former "baby bots" as it were! If your friend is a caretaker, he's probably feeling a lot of emotions right now. Complicated ones!

Graduation is the official term for when daycare children (the child-type models of our line) officially age into new adult bodies and start lives as the model they grew into. In short, your friend's son is officially all grown up now and will be getting a new adult body instead of his child model body! I'll place a cut here so as to be polite, since this might get rather long.

The process is fairly simple - as child models grow, their processes are - for lack of a better term - age gated. As we are intended to model human cognition/human growth cycles, the child models register our growth based on that and use that to determine when our bodies should be upgraded. Aka, after we've learned enough to be equivalent to an x-amount-of-years old child, we can have our bodies upgraded to match that accordingly. Typically we receive 3 total upgrades equivalent to human growth stages: start as toddler types, upgrade to child, upgrade to teenager. The last upgrade to adult is special, and we refer to that as Graduation.

When a child-type graduates, they are assigned an adult body equivalent to the field they show the most aptitude for. This is discovered by monitoring the child-type's progress as they go, and this is combined with the results of a final exam. Once that is complete, they get a final aptitude ranking and that is used to determine what type of adult body and assignment the child will receive.

For example, after... after my mother was infected, I spent a great deal of time ensuring I studied the medical field as hard as I could to ensure I would graduate into a medical type Reploid and find a cure for the virus. However, due to my hobbies and personality I also showed a good bit of aptitude for combat as well! So when I took my final exam, I could have been easily assigned a soldier-type body and from there to the Maverick Hunters proper. Luckily, I studied hard enough that my medical aptitude was stronger!

Thus, when I graduated, I was given a medical type body, put through medical school and assigned to my residency at St. Rock's. I'm told Surgical Heron actually requested to take me under his wing back then... a fact I am eternally grateful for.

[I should try to reach out to him soon, it feels like ages since I last spoke to him...]

Moving on - once we complete the exams and receive our final aptitude ranks, we gather up for a graduation ceremony. I'll be honest, I think this is more for the caretaker units than us. Most of us don't grow together after all, so this is likely just a celebratory "you finished growing and can now go be a normal reploid" type thing. Though admittedly it still felt a little special to be acknowledged and meet other Daycare children... after that, we're swapped into our adult bodies and given our next steps. For me, that was medical school!

Anyway, in summary:

Graduation is when child-type Daycare Reploids gain their adult bodies.

The type of adult we graduate into is determined by factors including childhood hobbies and personality that add up into aptitude (preference/ability for) various fields.

We also take a final exam as part of this to help solidify our aptitude for certain fields.

After the exam is complete, we receive a final aptitude ranking that determines what our final body type will be and what field we'll end up in.

We then attend our graduation ceremony to celebrate our impeding adulthood, and get swapped into our adult bodies.

Not too complicated, I hope! Thank you for your question. I hope that helped clarify things a little for you.

[b4kuch1n]

inking pwactice

[henriiiii-1001]

happy birthday to the 2nd most wettest cat of tmc, adam "emo boy" "get some fucking brown contacts" "you're not the real you" middle name murray

[generic-sonic-fan]

If the ask game is still going, 4: What's something you've researched but haven't incorporated into a fic?

If not, uh... which fic has your brain in a chokehold atm?

Sure! I'll answer this one!

Funny story, I haven't actually researched anything that hasn't gotten into a fic that I can think of! So instead, I'll tell my most interesting research story for Complex Inquiries. (It's probably not actually that interesting, so beneath the cut it goes.)

A plot point in that AU is that Unit MS-1 seeks a repaint from a college art student in order to get a new sense of identity. In return, though, eventually, Unit MS-1 allows itself to be presented as said art student's final project. I'd always planned for that to be a plot point. I'd intended for such an event to be a neat little bow to cap off the end of arc 2, a quickly described moment to symbolize how far Unit MS-1 has come in learning to care about others by allowing the college student to use her work on it for her own gain a little.

Only one problem: I'm not a college art student! I don't have any idea how any of that stuff works!

So how did I find out? Did I research on college websites about the structure and expectations of art classes? Did I surf art forums or subreddits to see what artists on the internet have posted about their experiences getting their degree?

No. As it turns out, my roommate is an art student. And she has the impressive distinction of being used as a source of research for a novel-length Sonic fanfiction. After I explained the plot I was planning to her with the most bare-bones, fandom neutral description possible, I peppered her with various questions ranging from "how are final projects generally set up in classes and what are their rubrics?" to "if you turned in a 'repainted found metal structure', do you think you'd get an A?"

To which she replied, "oh, there'd be an art critique!"

"what's an art critique?" I asked.

"It's where people show off their art to the entire class and give their artist's statement!"

"OH, SO YOU MEAN A LITERAL HOLLYWOOD-STYLE CLIMATIC REVEAL?? WHERE THE PIECE OF ART FORMALLY DECLARES ITS NEW IDENTITY TO AN AUDIENCE AND IS THEN JUDGED FOR HOW WELL ITS INTENT IS COMMUNICATED???"

So yeah. My artist roommate accidentally provided me with a outline for one of the most climatic moments of the entire fic. But then she asked, "what the hell is this story actually about?", and I had to explain that this was not for some original novel, but for a Sonic fanfiction. You win some, you lose some.

Now I'll occasionally pop my head into her room and ask nonsense questions like "give me two art terms that an art major would say to sound impressive to someone who knows nothing about art" and she'll be like "Dadism and De Stijl!" and then she'll chuckle, shake her head, and try to suppress her secondhand embarrassment about the fact that she's helping me write Sonic fanfiction.

[iniziare]

Re-tag drop: Yelan

[chenfordsource]

For Chenford week, for day one can it be like a missing scene from an episode of s5? I have a one shot of Tim and Lucy talking about him finding her when she was trapped in that old building

I don't see why not! Day one is really just season five focused so as long as it's s5-based & canon compliant then it fits the prompt.

[everysongineverykey]

reminder that toby said in november that there'd be a "fun newsletter" on the mailing list "next month" and that we are currently deep in the throes of "next month".... toby i'm waiting <3

[sixofclovers]

hi! will you be opening commissions again?

Hi! I'm still only taking Patreon commissions right now I'm afraid, when I have free spots left available I'll advertise them here but I can't say when that will be, sorry!

[science-bastard]

🌻

i did not think that working in a general practice/primary care clinic would involve seeing inside so many people’s asses

[send me a 🌻 and i’ll just tell you whatever the fuck i want]

[loyaltyforged]

( @shiroi---kumo ) "getting there is one thing, it's getting back that's the problem."

@shiroi---kumo

Waking up in a strange place without the barest hint of familiar terrain had not been even remotely part of the plan for the day. One minute she had been traveling with the young prince, taking care of affairs back home after the Promised Day, and the next she felt herself being drawn in by a mysterious force, a pull she could not resist.

The bodyguard was observant, fast enough in her reflexes and sharp enough in her senses that she caught just a glimpse of it — a massive pillar descending from somewhere far beyond their atmosphere and into the Earth below, an eerie aura surrounding it. It was from beyond the mortal world, that much she deduced, particularly after finding herself hurtling through the air when she had once been firmly on the ground. A forest is what she fell into, catching branches in the canopy on her way down, slowing her descent a fraction, but not enough. Lan Fan had hit the ground hard, the grass and other foliage not providing enough cushion, and she had fallen unconscious.

Without an indication of time, she wasn't sure how long she had been out when she did finally wake up, her body aching and her automail arm damaged, but not beyond repair. How panicked she had been when the throbbing in her head subsided enough for her to realize that Ling was not with her. She was supposed to protect him and, as it stands, his whereabouts are unknown to her. Without the Dragon's Pulse to aid her, there wasn't much Lan Fan could tell about this place, what kind of people resided here or... even where she was. The most she could do is start off in a direction, eyes and ears peeled, searching for any semblance of a sign that the prince had come with her.

It was then that she ran into this person, stark white in appearance, a contrast to the dark colors of her guard uniform, someone who seemed more familiar with this world than her. Obviously, the first inquiry she had was about just where she is, what she's doing here, and how she can get back... but their answer was less than comforting.

"What... do you mean to say? That I'm stuck here?" She swallows hard, her voice beginning to rise in octave as panic truly sets in. "What about the prince?! It's my duty to protect him, I made a vow — I can't stay! Please... tell me that I can return to my country...!"

[doctor-yamagishi]

Suddenly, there's now rumors of the phantom thieves fighting in an arena!

"The Phantom Thieves, fighting in an arena?" Nobu wasn't sure if he could believe the concept of the rumors. The Phantom Thieves operate in a way that was hard to identify, so there wasn't any real way of identifying if they are the phantom thieves or not. If they were, it was strange that they decided to make an appearance in an arena. Where even was an arena?

All things considered, with him still being a doctor, it was still in his nature to try and tend to any wounds obtained during the fighting, but he would first have to identify where said arena was.

[doctorluna]

Doc, Reds came with a slappy lappy of his own and now i can't find it.

... So that is why my medical lab is trashed. I'd just assumed whatever was trying to ransack our base to get to the morgue had done it.

Also I feel I should warn you it may have a gun now. Unless those shots I heard discharging were just Lady practicing...

EDIT: Nope! It definitely has a gun. Related, can you come by and catch that thing?

[healingsorceress]

“Hypothetically, what should someone do if they have a flashlight somewhere it’s not supposed to be?”

What most people didn't understand was that this was a common reason people ended up in the emergency room. Was she still working in a hospital? No. But even sorcerers did these things.

"Get your ass to a doctor. Where's the flashlight?"

[zhongrin]

honey, can you… oh shit wait i forgot we’re not dating (yet)

© zhongrin | 2024 ✼  [✘] no repost・translations・plagiarism of any kind・ai data mining. [✓] rebloggers get a free cup of tea ♡

✼ characters ┈ zhongli, al haitham, wriothesley, neuvillette

✼ tags ┈ gn!reader, fluff, non-established relationship, potential secondhand embarrassment, boyfailure neuvillette (/aff)

✼ a/n ┈ zhongrin uploaded 3 weeks in a row?! madness!!! utter madness!!!! /silly i feel like i've been writing too much cutesy/sfw stuff lately.... i want to write 'darker' types of stuff but my brain doesn't seem to want to cooperate ugh pain

ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ) ✼ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ)  ✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ)

zhongli watches your reaction closely, at first.

when he deduces that you were self-aware of your own oversight and are evidently panicking about it, he gives you a warm chuckle and shakes his head gently, “there is no need to apologize, and please do not feel mortified in any way. it really is fine.”

if you continue to not believe him, the ex-archon will be as patient as ever with his words of reassurances, and he does not mind repeating them until you feel comfortable enough to ask him the real errand that you wished to bestow upon him.

... but not before he gently places a hand to the small of your back to lead you to walk a little closer to him due to the increasing crowd on the streets, his voice a tender caress to your ear, “coming from you, i certainly did not mind the nickname.”

al haitham raises his eyebrows and shuts his book, “what a fascinating blunder. is that how you view our relationship subconsciously? or perhaps it’s an innate desire you’ve chosen to suppress but accidentally slipped out in a moment of unawareness?”

the scholar has the decency to wait for your answer betwixt your embarrassment, but he eventually sighs when you failed to form a coherent answer that satisfied his inquiries.

“you seem to have the impression that i am displeased at your err. i’d like to inform you that your assumption is yet another mistake - which, i would theorize, was made in the rush of the moment as your nervous system kicks into gear, therefore clouding your judgement. i would suggest you take a few moments to reanalyze my stance based on this new information. i’ll wait.”

and with that, he opens his book once more.

.... um.

congratulations, i guess?

wriothesley takes the opportunity and replies with a cheeky, “yes, honey? what can i do for you, sweetheart?”

he relishes in the utter embarrassment that quickly spread across your face that’s akin to water faced with his cryo elemental energy (though secretly he’s also dying inside at the cheesiness of the situation) and throws you a boyish grin before ruffling your hair.

not a man to let an opportunity escape, the duke decides to leverage the moment to take his metaphorical shot and goes immediately for a straight jab, like an experienced boxer that he is, all the while praying to the hydro archon so that this would be yet another match he could flawlessly win, “you know, my schedule’s particularly relaxed today… i wouldn’t mind staying longer if you want to make it a date?”

neuvillette blinks owlishly, his pale cheeks blooming with warmth as the situation starts to sink in. you, the apple of his eye, whom he treasured dearly and had taken great care to court, had just called him with a term of endearment that he had always dreamed of hearing.

wait, was this a dream? his gloved hands quickly found purchase on his blue horns, before he brought his hands in front of his eyes. okay, he had two horns and ten fingers, still. so he must not have daydreamed this. ah- wait, you’re staring at him. oh, now you’re giggling. and now you’re calling him silly. oh, it should be a crime to be so breathtakingー

it’s not until your expression changed into surprise that he realized he had said that thought outloud.

your teasing “if it’s a crime, are you going to put me on trial, monsieur?” elicits a darker blush on his pale cheeks and an awkward cough out of him.

.... this must be how the young ones flirt nowadays.

“perhaps after a proper date? if it’s not impertinent of me, may i be allowed to take you out on dinner tonight?”

✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ) ┈

@abyssmal-skies ! @hamdehlesmis ! @sunnshineflxwer ! @queen-belial ! @silentmoths

@dustofthedailylife ! @marina-and-the-memes ! @mixed-kester ! @lordbugs ! @anonymousficreader

@irethepotato ! @sassy-cat-in-town ! @syrenkitsune ! @smokipoki ! @cakeboxie

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@beloved-brynn ! @malachitemischief101 ! @average-yandere-enjoyer

[yourlegacysnotyourstosee]

UGH I HAAAAAATE BEING GAY LIKE. A MAN WILL SHOW ME ONE (1) ACT OF KINDNESS AND IM LIKE 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 FOR MONTHS AFTER. LIKE PLEEEEEEEASE GET BETTER STANDARDS WTF

[ozzgin]

Request/Idea-

Male Yandere Lawyer x Female Embroider Reader (a lady who works as a tailor is fine too)

Imagine a man falling head over heels for that newly employed lady who hand embroiders beautiful handkerchiefs in a luxury shop he visits to get his custom suits! And he just trying to coax her into dating him, marrying him, and becoming his stay at home wife (and mother of his children eventually) 🥰🤭

Age difference? I need some DILF Daddy energy more in my life (but don’t make him an actual father…yet)

P.S. I adore your OCs and writing. And your artwork is way too fucking good! You’re art is just *chef’s kiss* infuckingcredible

-👘

Ooh, you know what this reminds me of? I have a yaoi volume from Scarlet Beriko, “Queen and the tailor”, about an interior designer that visits a legendary tailor whose suits will supposedly help you achieve success. The tailor turns out to be a scary looking, blunt man but nonetheless extremely talented. I liked the premise a lot, so it’s definitely interesting to try out a different perspective.

In this case I have the image of a patient, soft-spoken reader and a hurried, short tempered lawyer. Comically different but in a way that eventually works out, you know? Also thank you for the kind words!

Yandere!Lawyer x Embroiderer!Reader Headcanons

Featuring a Reader that is blissfully unaware the lawyer she just stared dating has their entire life together already sorted out.

Content: female reader, age gap, older yandere, obsessive behavior

Your eyes begin to hurt mildly, so you look out the window and blink repeatedly, trying to refresh your poor sight. Such detailed works always strain you terribly, but you love seeing the finished result. Others must, too, given your handkerchiefs are often sold out the very same day. Right before your needle pierces the silk canvas anew, the door opens with a burst and you jolt. An older man in a suit, arguing loudly over the phone. He’s drumming his fingers over the counter, eyes darting around in search for an attendant. You know the type quite well, so you hurry over with the hoop still in your hand. “Might I help you with anything?” You mouth discreetly. He turns to you, stares for a couple of seconds, and promptly ends his call.

Out of all the places, he certainly didn’t expect regretting his rusty, unpolished flirting skills in a luxury tailor shop. Yet here he is now, clumsily mumbling something about his new suit he’s come to pick up and wondering how to connect that with your number. The name’s the easy part, as it’s neatly and conveniently printed out on the little badge pinned to your collar. Everything else, not so much. You excuse yourself and return moments later with his order. Shit. You tilt your head, confused by the delayed response, worrying whether you forgot something. Next time. He’ll figure it out for sure next time he comes here.

If there’s one good thing about his career, it’s that his eyes have been trained to spot every detail. For example the embroidery hoop you gently held while speaking to him, so he knows exactly what his next custom order will be. Truth be told, he didn’t anticipate your popularity and long waiting times, but a calculated raised tone with a sprinkle of intimidation has convinced the employee to assign him to you as earliest priority. Whether he can flirt remains to be seen, but arguing with others? Child’s play.

“Thank you for coming again today.” You bow slightly and extend the gift bag. “Although, I must say…I’ve never seen you using these before. What has caused your sudden interest in handkerchiefs?” Rather bold of you to begin such conversations, but your curiosity is too great. No matter how hard you try, you can’t imagine why a blunt, nonchalant man like him would abruptly become passionate about embroidery. A lover? You smile faintly at the idea. Whoever it is, they’ve taken quite the challenge upon themselves. The lawyer frowns at the inquiry. It seems you’re just as observant as him. Maybe this shall be the pretext he can finally cling onto. So he presents it in the factual truth you’d hear in a courthouse: it’s his excuse to see you. You raise your eyebrows in surprise. Well now, isn’t it just silly? He could’ve simply asked. Buying countless expensive handmade items instead of plainly confessing his intentions…He stumbles, flustered. The same man whose ruthless reputation has even reached your humble ears is anxiously awaiting your response with a deep blush on his face.

The childlike innocence doesn’t last long. You’ve agreed to date him and that’s great, but he’s a man with little time that has known exactly what he wants for many years. When he laid his eyes on you he didn’t imagine cheesy coffee dates as you discuss your favorite color and cautiously breach the topic of intimacy. What’s the point? He’s already certain he’ll spend the rest of his life with you. Skip the unnecessary steps. On the other hand, you’re not as cooperative as he’d wish. Truly, the tangible proof that opposites attract. You’re always calm and take your time with everything. It’s almost frustrating how easygoing you are. When asked when you’re moving in with him, you just smiled and wondered out loud what could be wrong with your small studio above the shop. Marriage? Good question, you never thought about it.

Oh, the irony. Last time a client was being particularly difficult, your lawyer boyfriend pulled him out by the collar under the mortified stares of the other attendants and shoppers. The exact attitude he himself would’ve shown before, yet this time it’s different. Of course it is, it involves you. His thin patience runs out if it’s you. That’s all there is to it. Can you blame a man for following his heart? They say you should always chase your dreams; he prefers hunting them down efficiently, and the shotgun is pointed in your direction. His sweet, exquisite prey he can never get enough of.

Finally you agree to move in with him. Your hesitation was maddening and he’d started coming up with downright psychotic alternatives to convince you, such as your studio burning down after a vicious attack of some unknown hooligans. So it was rather wise of you not to push someone that knows the law like the back of his hand, even if you aren’t aware of it yet. He enthusiastically guides you around your new forever home, omitting unimportant details. The spare office he emptied for a future nursery? You’ll get to that later.

He can’t wait to spoil you. See, that’s the advantage of dating an older man. He’s gotten his life sorted out a long time ago. All that was left was finding you. You just need to be a darling and behave. He knows you will. After all, you’re his talented little embroideress that won’t have to worry about anything else ever again.